I Forgot What My Real Face Looks Like

Some nights, I wash my face and stare at the mirror, waiting for the skin underneath to look like someone I recognize. It never does. I’ve changed my hair so many times I can’t remember my natural color. Every new cut, every box dye, felt like a chance to start over, but I always end up searching for flaws to fix. I know every angle that hides my jaw, every concealer that covers the spots. I dress for the body I wish I had, not the one I see. I keep thinking if I get it right—hair, skin, clothes, all of it—I’ll finally feel like myself. But I don’t. I just feel tired. Somewhere along the way, I stopped looking for beauty and started looking for escape. #MirrorFatigue #BeautyBurnout #BareFaceAnxiety #Beauty